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Edward "Ted" Tonks. 21. Hufflepuff. Alumni. It never did anyone any good to paint others with a brushstroke so wide that the indvidual gets lost in it. 

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Hey everyone! I’m feeling a bit better so I’m going to try to get all my replies done tonight. If you’d like a starter for either Ted or George hit me up! 

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Name: Addie Any nicknames: Addie is a nickname but I don’t think I’ve really gone by anything else online Age: 21 Characters + faceclaims:  Ted Tonks (sam claflin)  and George Weasley (cameron monaghan) If you could pick an ooc faceclaim, who would you pick:  I’ve been told I look most like Mae Whitman? So probably her. Hogwarts house: I am a Ravenclaw which is Ironic seeing as I do not play one. Patronus: I was told it was a cat and I believe it. What you think your favorite class would be if you could attend Hogwarts: Knowing me I would probably like a history of magic, because I really enjoy history. Favorite Harry Potter character: Probably Luna. Although I also have to put in my boy Neville because I love him and I will talk about him all the time.   Least favorite Harry Potter character: I know this probably not common (or maybe it is I don’t know)  but I still didn’t like Snape even at the end. I think that had to do mostly with people making him into something he’s not. Like As a character in the story I didn’t mind him, but I think people excuse a lot of his actions and I don’t like that at all. Top three ships in the series: It’s again going to sound weird but I don’t think I have any top ships. If I were to pick I think it would be Luna and Neville, Hermione and Ron, and  James and Lily.  However I was never too fussed if they didn’t end up together

Favorite friendships in the series: Literally the golden Trio made me so happy. I also really Like Luna’s friendship with Ginny and Neville. And basically just the kids being friends together makes me happy.

Other characters that you wrote in the universe apart from the ones you’re writing right now: I haven’t actually! This is my first time writing for Harry potter. 

Favorite book series other than HP: I reed too much, but I really liked Scott westerfeld’s leviathan series, as well as LJ Smith’s Nightworld series as a kid. I also really enjoyed the Mortal Instrument series. I also absolutely adored the Artemis Fowl series and I still have it as my background.  I’m going to forget most of them but those are a few. 

Favorite film: I watch a lot of movies. Like I’m going to have to give you a list if anything, and I watch  old ass movies. But if my friends were to describe me the two movies that would probably do that is Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure and Men in Black.

Favorite novel: My favorite book is Matilda by Road Dahl. Favorite TV series: I loved Dollhouse and I keep re watching the old Twilight Zone episodes. I also loved Firefly and Warehouse Thirteen. Currently I don’t watch a lot of tv, but I am following Rick and Morty. Other universes that you wrote characters in and which ones (if any):

           When I first started out I wrote a lot of myth universes I’ve played Athena, Hermes, the Morrigan, and Horus .  I’ve also written people in DC rps, but they were OC’s.  I’ve written Alice from Alice in wonderland. I’ve also written Spencer Reed from Criminal Minds. I think that would be all?

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Hey guys so it looks like I got an ear infection, so replies are coming but I might be a little slow. 

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thatparkinsongirl:

It was a relief when he looked away from her to her file. The placid arrangement of her face would not stand up to much scrutiny, especially when speaking of Draco. The last couple of days had been a whirlwind of lawyers, of carefully crafted responses, of strategic conversations with Rita Skeeter. At least, Draco had left her with quite a bit to distract herself with. There was nothing else at night to do but wonder where he was though, if he was managing to hold onto himself. 

Yes. Of course I am,” she snapped. Pansy released a slow breath, shoulders sagging for only a moment, before she straightened back to her full height. “That was uncalled for. It’s just the Ministry won’t tell us a thing. For all we know they’ve had him kissed already and plan to tell us it was just a horrible accident.” She huffed. “Corrupt fools.”

She nodded as he went to get the potion. She was glad it had worked, predictable really. It was easier to tell the bit of truth she was willing to give then wait for him to ask his own questions, questions she might not be able to answer correctly. 

She snorted a bit at his comment. It probably wouldn’t do much to convince of her mental health if she told him she could hardly speak to someone she trusted, considering the only person she truly, fully trusted was currently locked away. “I appreciate that but I’m fine. I’ll be even better when I’m not so tired and can think more clearly.”

Her head jerked back towards him at his muttered comments. Pansy wasn’t who he thought she was. She didn’t have scars-not like Draco, or Ginny, like Longbottom, not really. 

He didn’t flinch at the other’s outbursts, as he honestly would be surprised if she didn’t. Instead he nodded slightly.

“You’re fine, - and if it makes you feel any better I don’t think they have.” He was in a legal grey area after all. He was told he couldn’t discuss what they had done to Draco, or why he had been there. However they hadn’t in any of the legal work said he couldn’t say that the boy was fine. 

He sighed slightly turning back around. He looked at the other for a moment before saying quietly. 

“He’s not - At least unless his status has change he is still in control of his soul. I can’t give you anything other than that. The potion won’t give you a sound mind, but I hope that - it at least give you some peace no matter how small it is.” 

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hergrnger:

She chuckled lightly at his response. “Seeing as you are young right now, I will go with one or two years.” The girl knew very well that the currently twenty-one year old would’ve been more than double her age in her time.

Tonks. It didn’t take long for her to figure out whose parent he was and him not knowing his child most likely also included not knowing that she had died in the war a year ago. Hermione felt sympathy towards him. She totally understood that Ted didn’t want to be disappointed by his future, since the girl had stopped investigating about her own as soon as she found out about her two children herself. “Do you… Do you want to know anything about your child? I mean, I completely understand if you say no, but I can’t tell you that much, probably just… their name and what they were like, you know?” she carefully said, avoiding using specific pronouns in case he didn’t want to know anything about his daughter at all.

“That makes you one of few.” she jokingly replied.

“Fair enough. Although I must admit my bones have to be at least eighty.” 

He hesitated for a moment. One because the younger had told him he had a child, and two that if he had one they weren’t here. Still the usually strong natured man nodded slightly. 

“I - honestly didn’t think I’d ever have a child. Not that I didn’t want them mind you - just I suppose it’s complicated.  I thought it was confirmed when I got here that I hadn’t. If it’s not to much to ask - could you tell me about them?” He wanted to know about them, not what had happened to them. That might kill him after all.  Had he been a good father? He could already guess their mother, after all Ted could only imagine one person that could be their mother.

Had their child - after all they would bee a half-blood. Did they despise him terribly? Those thoughts racked through his brain he almost missed her last point.

He chuckled slightly at the thought. “I suppose.” 

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dracomalfcy:

Just because was starting to look like his mother, or like all of the Blacks for that matter, didn’t mean that Ted would be able to see that, or so he supposed. He looked like his father. It was a fact in life, something he had always known. He took after his father, too. The violent tendencies, sharp edges, self preservation first, always. Intelligence ran in both families. It was the desire to save the people you love, to be with them, that made him act like his mother. Unfortunately that was what drove him nowadays. And unfortunately he was growing up and starting to look more like the Blacks.  “I don’t think you know either one of them well enough to be making any such observations,” Draco replied calmly, undertone matter-of-fact, almost polite. It was clear enough that he didn’t think Ted should say or think about any such thing. What did he know about Draco’s family? What did anyone? What did he, even, nowadays? There was no family, no parents, no nothing. He just looked like himself now.  When Ted mentioned they didn’t want him to heal Draco fully, the remark was met with a roll of his eyes. The Ministry still thought they were winning the game. Draco still thought they were being very cute about it. Didn’t they know better? The truth would come out. He was just an easy scapegoat that they wanted to blame. It would be full circle once more. The Ministry is panicking and has no clue what they’re doing, just like when the Dark Lord reappeared.  Of course Ted didn’t get to have a proper look at the file either. That thing was too damn long for anyone to read without falling asleep anyway. He didn’t say a word on neither one of those things. He just stood as Ted did whatever it was what he was doing, because Draco didn’t recognize a thing. Ted may as well be busy trying to kill him; he wouldn’t see the difference.  Draco simply took what Ted called pain killers, shrugged his shoulders on the remark that there was no water and simply swallowed. It wasn’t until the healer made a wrong assumption that he opened his mouth again. “And that’s where you’re wrong. Make sure to leave scars.” He was a Slytherin and he was pragmatic. Everything was a means to an end nowadays. He wanted the scars so he had some proof that this actually happened. He was a walking map of scars already anyway, but that was in his file and wasn’t something that Ted knew. Extending his arm for Ted to clean, he leaned back against the wall and waited with his eyes closed, listening.  “You are the reason she’s going to be disinherited. At least that’s what happened when the time travel incident didn’t happen. How do you live with that?” Ted was the reason that Andromeda, in the future Draco knew, had no contact with any of her family members. That must have been hard for someone who comes from a family that values family so much. It had always been Draco’s mother Narcissa’s most important thing to take care of and she always did. “It matters. The pureblood thing. There are two wars fought over the pureblood thing. Many people died, were forced to fight. It may be the reason why I’m here. I am the pureblood in the situation and that’s why it’s easy to blame me for this. The Ministry should have done something about the pureblood thing right after the first war, but they didn’t. And now we’re here.” It all came down to blood. As easy at that. Granger was ‘the most brightest witch of her age’ because people were so surprised she was so smart because she was a muggleborn.  She was smart despite of her blood status. And the Weasleys were always going to be accepted despite of being poor, because of their blood. This whole society was all about blood and he seemed to be the only one aware of it.  Except that he, apparently, killed his best friend’s father. “When I was younger, I read Shakespeare. Crazy pureblood upbringing. Anyway, he says hell is empty; all devils are here in the Tempest, somewhere in the beginning. And I didn’t understand it, at first.” But now he did.  

Ted was quite as the other talked about not really knowing his parents. After all he supposed it true. The people he knew would grow into being the boy’s parents but perhaps they were different then he knew them to be.

Instead he focused at the task at hand getting out cleaner from his kit and artfully ignoring the want for scars. After all he figured the boy already had enough on his heart.

He paused for a moment when he continued to speak, wanting to be thoughtful in his reply. After all he didn’t think the other had malicious intent. He gave a little shake of his head.

“I think you are asking the wrong person. In my time period she was still very much apart of her family. But I suppose you are asking how I live with the fact that I will have been the reason.” He looked down for a minute before grabbing gauze.

“I never made her choose I suppose. I’ve always known it could be a possibility but deep down I always thought they couldn’t abandon her. In the same vein I was as kind as I could be to her family, as I try to be to anyone. If they took her out of their lives it was their choice, and if she chose me then that was hers as well. It doesn’t take away the guilt I suppose, but it at leasts gives understanding.”

He listened to Draco for a moment before shaking his head.

“I’m not saying that blood hasn’t been at the middle of wars, Draco. I said that blood didn’t matter. I have seen brilliant people that were all sorts of walks of life. From purebloods to I suppose what you would call me. If I had lived my life to please those who called my blood dirt, then I would never have been a wizard. The distinction  was just the passing of hate, and these wars were fought because of them. Blood should have never been a measure but ignorance and fear made it so.”

He looked at the boy, because really that was what Draco was. Behind everything he was still so young. To young to have fought this battle. Merlin he wasn’t much older then then him and he might never understand that pain.

“We live in spite of labels, not because of them. Andie isn’t evil because of her background, her blood and just because people were scared of her family. I refuse to think that way. Your house doesn’t dictate your goodness - it’s your actions. One act of good is more than most can say they’ve done and blood can’t dictate that. ”

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hey friends, I’ve been coming down with something so I’ve tried to do some replies but I’ve had to stop to get some rest. Expect more of  them tomorrow! 

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ginevraxweasleyy:

“Never fails,” Ginny agreed with a shake of her head. Never had she gotten hurt during Quidditch, but by God she would almost receive a concussion just by running into someone while walking in the corridors. Lucky had a funny way of showing itself sometimes. “Well, you should definitely tell me that story when you can,” the redhead spoke with a small smile, “I would love to hear about someone else getting hurt when they least expect it so I don’t feel as bad about doing it.”

Once again waving her hand to let him know that this all wasn’t a big deal, she readjusted her bag on her shoulder and replied, “I’m fine I promise. If I do have a concussion, which I don’t think I do, I’ll just go to the Hospital Wing. I’m sure Madame Pompfrey or Andromeda could whip up some kind of potion to relieve the injury?” He had said he was a healer, so he must know who either of matrons were here at Hogwarts. 

“Oh, don’t say things like that about yourself,” she lightly chided him, meanwhile looking around her feet to also look if she had dropped something. Seemed nothing had fallen out. “I don’t think I’m missing anything. Thank you, though, for making sure,” looking up at him, she gave him a sort of guilty expression that was mixed with a sheepish grin, “I’m Ginny by the way. Seems a bit rude to run into a stranger and not introduce myself.”

“I’ll count you down for a story then. And good. Both of those healers are extraordinary. So you should be in good hands.”He nodded slightly at the idea of a potion. After all Andie at least could help her with that. Not that he didn’t think Pompfrey could, she was extraordinary but Andie had to help him often as a youth, when he was too embarrassed to go to the hospital wing. 

He shook his head slightly at her admonishment. “Oh don’t worry what I lack in cleverness I more than makeup for in other qualities.” 

He gave a laugh realizing that he hadn’t introduced himself. “I am also guilty in that respect. I’m Ted, Ted Tonks. It was nice to meet you Ginny even if it was like this.” 

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hergrnger:

Hermione hadn’t really seen anyone (well, at least in a while) that was as talkative as the man in front of her. Strangely enough, she wasn’t as baffled  when someone else but her friends approached her, as she would’ve been at the beginning of this school year.

Her lips formed a little smile when she noticed, that Ted couldn’t quite figure out where to put her name. It felt like a fresh breath of air when someone didn’t know everything about her and her involvement in the war.

She grinned at his words. “Well, one or two years don’t really make a difference, don’t you think so?” the girl’s lips formed a little smile.

“Maybe your kids are really one of my friends. What are their names?” Hermione knew the names of most of her friends parents, so it was hardly possible that he was one of them. She asked for the sake of the conversation though, since she didn’t want to make the other feel unwelcome.

“Oh, don’t worry. It’s nice to talk to people that aren’t only talking about the recent.. let’s say occurrences.” she offered Ted a small smile.

He gave a boisterous laugh. “One or two years, yes lets leave it at that. Some of the people here could be grandchildren of people I went to school with - or nearly. It’s enough to turn a man grey at twenty.” 

He shook his head slightly at the question. “Have to admit I haven’t really looked into it. See my - well the person I love. It’s a complicated mess I guess. I didn’t want to know if we ended up together or not. But seeing as the kid might have my last name I can at least tell you that. You wouldn’t necessarily need to know the mum right? My last name is Tonks, and seeing as I’m probably the only one that could have been their dad as I am, well you know.” He drifted off not really knowing how to say muggle born. It was something that he had grown up not really professing much. 

His smile went back to his face as he took a sip of his juice. 

“Exactly, I try not to dwell on it to much especially with people I don’t even know yet. ” 

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thatparkinsongirl:

Pansy nodded. It was as she expected; there would be no getting out of this conversation. Earlier she considered making it herself but Slughorn was stingy with his ingredients and frankly she was tired enough that she worried she’d be more likely to poison herself than anything else. 

“It’s Parkinson,” she answered, reluctance coloring her tone. She met his gaze solidly hoping to forestall the inevitable questions or speculation, “Yes, the same Parkinson whose father was just killed only to then have the Ministry haul my best friend off because some lunatic claimed he did it. Yes, I’m handling it all fine besides a little trouble sleeping.” All Pansy could see when she shut her eyes was Draco being led away, the suffocating feeling of helplessness overwhelming her. Her solicitor was working with the Malfoy’s but the Ministry had been stone-walling them. What they did know was that Draco was being held in Azkaban for the time being. 

It was unbearable to think of him in that place, being fed on by those awful creatures. Potter’s fear of Dementors was one of the few things Pansy agreed on fully. Most Purebloods had grown up hearing horror stories of Azkaban and its guards. She had to trust that Draco knew what he was doing though. 

“Parkinson,” Ted said flicking his wand to pull out the correct file. Luckily she seemed to be the only one here and he went to look at her file, but stopped. His eyebrow went up slightly as she continued.Not exactly knowing what to say. 

“He is your friend then? Draco?” The rest didn’t bother him so much, one he didn’t really believe her father to be guilty, or if he was that it was a good punishment. If anything it only proved how messed up this world had gotten. 

People deserved trials, fairness justice even. Maybe it was silly to hold such ideals, and to be fair he didn’t act on them often. After all what was he to try and change a society that for the most part only minimally accepted his existence. 

“You must be worried then.” He wanted to comfort the other, to say that he was going to be fine, but from what Ted had seen he wasn’t quite sure if that would be the case. He had done the best he could, but in some ways the best he could do wasn’t overtly the most helpful. 

“Usually I would have to ask about your insomnia and a lot of other questions, but I think we can both agree that you’ve been through enough this week.” Finally getting up he went to the back and opened up the charmed proof potion’s room. 

“I do want to give the disclaimer that this potion doesn’t solve the pain, and that a lot of these feelings you have are just going to show back up after resting. I would advise you to talk about them to someone you trust, even if it’s just a pillow.”

He wrapped the glass bottle in paper and waved his wand to tie a bit of string on it. 

“You all are much to young to have the scars you all do.” He muttered this under his breath shaking his head slightly as he went to put her file away. 

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HARRY POTTER SHIPS [2/10] ► andromeda black x ted tonks 

“Andromeda’s sisters are still here because they made lovely, respectable pure-blood marriages, but Andromeda married a Muggle-born, Ted Tonks…”

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Full name: Edward Tonks III Goes by: Ted Date of birth: November 16, 1957 Age: 21 Place of birth: Liverpool, England  Hometown: Liverpool as well  Parents:  Edward Tonks II, Alice (Doyle) Tonks  Blood status: Muggle Born  In depth Four positive character traits:  Light-hearted, calming, funny, charismatic  Four negative character traits:  Rash, non committal, carless, approval seeking Patronus: If he could produce a patronus it would be a dog  Boggart: At the moment, Andromeda’s death, but in the future his child as well.  Other phobia(s): War, Death in general  Amortentia:  Andromeda’s perfume, cinnamon, pine-needles, apples Educational Number of NEWTs: Subjects and grades:* 1) Charms - Exceeds Expectations  2) Potions - Acceptable  3) Herbology - Exceeds Expectations  4) Transfiguration - Acceptable  5) Muggle Studies - Outstanding  6) Defense against the Dark Arts - Poor  7) Care of Magical Creatures - Acceptable  Career of choice after graduation: Healer 

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dromedaxblack:

She knew she would take Ted by surprise with the reveal, but her patience was wearing thin. So, she had expected his confusion, she hadn’t expected the smile that came after it. The confusion shown brightly on her face and she was unsure what he was so happy for. Obviously being a parent was exciting, but how were they supposed to make it work? She knew they made it work during the decades they had skipped, but had she been this scared? 

“I was scared. I can’t be a mother, Ted. I don’t know how to do this,” she murmured, the fear clear in her dark eyes. Her parents hadn’t been the best role models for parents. Andromeda knew she shouldn’t have avoided Ted and just told him, but that would have been too easy. “My parents, my sisters - you know they’re going to have a field day with this. I’ll be disowned. I can’t let them hurt the baby, or hurt you. I haven’t told anyone really.” It was a slight lie; Draco and Ginny had guessed. That was all. 

The weeks had turned into months since the time jump. She had learned she was pregnant before the time jump. She was about to enter her second trimester. The morning sickness had all but passed, but her hormones were raging. 

“Merlin, I suppose I’m about 12 weeks.” 

It wasn’t the most important factor of this conversation, though. She needed to know that they could do this. She needed a plan. 

After a few moments pause, she asked the burning question: “What are we going to do?” 

 His face fell as he saw that she wasn’t happy. A panic raised in his throat as he felt every insecurity that he had told himself was silly. After all no matter what she had stayed.

Thats why when she said that she couldn’t be a mother Ted’s heart almost leapt out of his chest, until he heard that she didn’t know how to. It almost calmed him and he shook his head. 

“Andromeda Black, you are the single most stubborn brilliant and all together loveliest witch I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. If you wan’t to be a mother I don’t doubt you’ll be the best mother in the world.”

 He took one of his hands out of hers and gently brushed some of her hair back, his hand lingering there for a moment before speaking again. 

“If that’s what your worried about, Love don’t. I swear no matter what happens I’ll protect you and the baby. I know you think it’s silly when I say it, but I do think your family can come around. Especially now. And if they don’t - then we’ll form a new family. But if this is what you’ve been scared of Dromeda I want you to know that I knew the risks in falling in love with you, and I did it anyway.” He gave her a small smile trying to see one on her face.

“I don’t know. But I do know were going to get through this together. I haven’t heard much, but the younger students all seem to know me because of you, so we worked through this before, and we can do it again. Maybe even better then the first time.” 

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dracomalfcy:

Currently, Draco was the new prisoner and the main target of the Dementors because there was still life to be sucked out of him. He had seen some former Death Eaters in other cells on his way to his own beautiful cell. Some immediately jumped up when they heard footsteps to see what was coming. They were amused to see him. Some didn’t move as the guards passed by with him, merely cringing when the Dementors, who were following the guards, lingered in front of their cell door.  It meant that Ted Tonks was a distraction. A horrible one maybe, decided to taunt him, a trap set by the Ministry, but a distraction all the same. He didn’t fall for traps. He was the person that did the taunting. Just because the Ministry thought they were winning didn’t mean they were.  “Hmm,” he murmured, studying Ted’s every movement, still not bothering to move from the spot. “I’m the only son of Andromeda’s youngest sister Narcissa. The blonde one.” He couldn’t blame Ted if he wasn’t acquainted with the Black family. If Draco were him he wouldn’t be either. “And Lucius Malfoy is my father. Of course. Spitting image,” he said, gesturing to himself. Except for the hair. He didn’t want long hair; couldn’t imagine how long that would take in the morning and didn’t want to.  At Ted’s words about the other disliking him he sighed and shrugged his shoulders. The movement was painful, but he didn’t want to show it. He didn’t think that the other would dislike him. Definitely not on principle. That suspicion was confirmed moments later. Ted talked, a lot, which reminded him of something else he liked. It was charming on the both of them.  Draco finally got up from the spot when Ted mentioned the wounds. “I thought they brought you in to heal them?” he asked, undertone matter-of-fact. To him, it implied that he still had his Occlumency skill under control, because he wouldn’t have been able to sound that way if he hadn’t. He wasn’t even close to the boy he should be at this point, because the Ministry was succeeding at what they were trying to do, which was break him. He just would be damned if he did, so he didn’t. “Or do you not have your wand? That would be clever. I’m perfectly capable of stealing it.”  He stood up and leaned back against the wall again, arms folded over one another, still looking at Ted. “You can’t give me potions,” he declared. “Most of them will kill me faster than torture would.” Something that the Ministry of Magic had the opportunity to figure out, too. “Occlumens, hence the mental diseases. Apparently not dealing with -” he made a gesture in the space between them, “everything for two years isn’t healthy. Who knew.” As much as he might hate to admit it, he would really appreciate it that Ted could talk while he was doing whatever it was he had to do. He didn’t handle being healed well, thanks to the trauma, and only let a select few people do it. Andromeda was among those people. Ted would have to make the list very soon. “Well, you’re seeing Andromeda. You can guess what happens,” he said. “Silence is not preferable, though. So you can talk and I can listen. You can talk about..” he considered it, “I want to ask about Andromeda. How you made that work. But if that’s too personal you can forget about it.” 

“Ah, I guess I should have guessed. The blonde hair gives your mum away.” He gave the younger a slight smile, not that he had many fond memories of his mother she was at least - silent around him. Not like their sister. Still he didn’t know much about either, so it wasn’t as if they knew much about him. 

That was the thing about the whole pure blood versus muggle born idea. No one really knew one another, and they rarely bothered to try. He had hoped that it would get better in his lifetime, but from the little he had allowed himself to hear about he knew that it hadn’t. 

He glanced at the boy again and shook his head, “I reckon you look more like your mum to be honest. Then again I didn’t see your father often.” He looked back into his bag as the other talked. 

“Wouldn’t let me have my wand, although I don’t think it’s because of that. They didn’t seem to want me to heal you fully.” He said it as a matter of fact, although the edge of his voice gave away that he wasn’t pleased by the fact. After all what good was a healer who’s wand was tied? 

“At least in my opinion that’s what they were doing.” He leaned his hand on the bag lightly as he listened to him. Nodding his head slightly a frustration came over him. “They only let me look at your file for a short period of time.”

For a moment he looked in his bag and smiled slightly. “Luckily, you happen to have a muggle-born as a healer - and they said that this would never come in handy.” Pulling out some gauze and iodine he set it aside as he took out over the counter pain killers. 

“They won’t be very strong, but it will cut the pain.” Handing over two pills he sighed. “you have to swallow them, I wish I had some water but all I can say is don’t chew them.” 

Ted nodded slightly as he moved closer to the boy. “I’ll have to patch these up at least, and clean them out. I’m assuming you don’t want any scars.” He thought a couple might need stitches - but as he normally repaired skin the wizard way it would be a lot harder and painful. He noted that and decided if he needed them next time he would put them in then. 

He looked to the boy and nodded slightly as he unwrapped the gaze and started cleaning the arm wound. “I figured it wouldn’t end well, but I - I guess I hoped that they would eventually at least speak to her. And I suppose it’s only fair.”

After all he was in his personal misery at the moment, he might as well share something personal as well. Besides what was the harm. 

“How I made it work? I suppose what you mean is how were together? Or perhaps it’s more of the fact we come from very different places. I don’t know how it works in the future, but I remember seeing her the first day of classes. Don’t think she even saw me - but her laughter. I couldn’t stop thinking about it for days. I asked her if we could be friends, and I don’t think I saw a shocked face so quickly. I think she thought I was joking.” He smiled slightly thinking back that far, when he didn’t even know about the growing tensions in the wizarding world. That would come later. Then he was just young. 

“She’s my best friend, and there are certain people that are almost destined to be in your life, and ever since then I don’t think there isn’t anything we couldn’t work out. Mind you we still fight, you should have seen her when I told her I wanted a motorcycle like her cousin.” 

He chuckled slightly as he wrapped up the first arm very gently. 

“I guess it didn’t matter to me. The whole pureblood thing, and I don’t think it mattered much to her.” 

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hello all, I just got finished with finals, but something is happening to my dash? I can’t seem to get past the ninth post. That being said I’m not quite sure what to do about it and will probably try to figure it out in the morning. 

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dromedaxblack:

The words were seconds away from leaving her lips, that was until Ted decided to speak again. She knew since the time jump she had been acting odd, but the man in front of her had thought it was because of an entirely different reason. The surprise was clear upon her face for a brief couple of seconds, before it turned into confusion. Did he truly believe she wanted to break up with him? The brunette reached out and grasped his hands into hers. She grasped his attention and spoke when he was done. 

“Ted, I’m not breaking up with you. What are you thinking?” The question left her lips, obvious that whatever she had wanted to tell him had not been what he expected. There was an obvious choice that she had to make, but in any decade, she knew she’d choose Ted Tonks over her family. No matter the era, she’d choose him. She loved her family, but she loved him more. Panic rising within her body, she asked, “Did you want me to? Do you want to break up?” 

Her emotions were that of a pregnant lady. Lately, she found herself crying at times she’d usually be laughing. It was quite weird what her hormones had chose to do to her mind. Her mood could change from one extreme to another in a matter of seconds. Now, she was angry. 

“Bloody hell, Ted. I’m carrying your child. Not breaking up with you. I’m pregnant.”

Ted felt her hands grab his and for a moment the gesture calmed him, like she did. Looking up he started to stutter an answer out, “I thought - because you must know what happens with us. What if you - ” He shook his head.

It wasn’t that he was insecure, after all if she didn’t love him she wouldn’t have been with him this entire time. She was far to practical and much too caring to drag on a relationship. 

When she asked the questions his eyes went wide,” What - Merlin’s beard. I would never.” Ted however got confused as he saw panic turn to anger and then. 

“What?” He for a moment stopped everything, and a look of shock came over his face. 

It was then split by the biggest smile he’d ever shown. Which must look quite humerous next to her positively angry face. Without thinking he pulled Andromeda in. 

“Are you really? Is that why you’ve been - oh Oh Merlin that’s why you’ve been avoiding me isn’t it? Why didn’t you tell me sooner? How far along are you?” 

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dracomalfcy:

@healerxtedxtonks a closed starter.

It may be shocking to the Ministry of Magic, but even former Death Eaters had rights. He wasn’t sure if torturing people to get the truth out of them was legal. Would it have stopped them if it wasn’t legal? Probably not. Would he sue? No, probably not. He would overthrow. And the Ministry of Magic had no proof that he did anything. He admitted to being the Lover of the Light, so? He only confessed to one murder. He killed the Dark Lord, and quite frankly, he deserved a medal. Instead he had been tortured in the department of Mysteries because they didn’t care whether or not he killed Peverell Parkinson; they just wanted to lock someone up for it.  The night in Azkaban had been long. Azkaban had been on his list of fears for a very long time. The Ministry of Magic stated that Dementors wouldn’t be guarding Azkaban anymore. Well, that was a lie. The life was being sucked out of him while he sat there and stared in front of him. His lawyer, who had visited that morning, had arranged that a healer was going to see him later on. Tend to his physical wounds. Talk to him and figure out his mental wounds. Good luck with that. He was forced to join the Death Eaters at sixteen, words implying everything that it meant. He couldn’t be fixed.  Draco was still sitting in the same corner of the cell with his eyes closed when the morning turned into afternoon and when he heard the cell door open. Finally opening his eyes, multi-colored hues studied a man he was sure he had seen before, albeit an older version of him. It took him another few seconds of staring at the other that he realized who he was dealing with. Edward Tonks. Was the Ministry trying to be funny? Confront a depressed and suicidal boy with someone he was programmed to hate for the past seventeen years of his life? A nice attempt, really. Unfortunately for the Ministry he was a Malfoy and a Black and neither one of those families would bend and break and he was not about to break that tradition.  He didn’t get up from his spot in the corner as Ted moved towards him. “You know,” he said, “since I’m from this time, I know about your secret love affair with my aunt. She really cares about me, by the way. Andromeda. I care about her, too.” Brainwashing not complete was what he called this. At least he still valued family above blood purity and family was what Andromeda, and in extension Ted, was. “Salazar, I sound insane. The Dementors are really doing their best, apparently.” Bringing up his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, a fresh wound could be spotted on his left arm, right beneath the Dark Mark. He was sure Ted knew there were a couple more of those, mostly underneath his clothes on his chest and back. “I don’t think we’ve been formally introduced yet. I’m Draco, your nephew.”  

Ted didn’t usually go to Azkaban. After all he was a fairly new healer and there was a clearance that was at a much higher level. The entire thing made his hair stand on end. 

Still he had gotten the owl that he was to go to the place, and take care of well the person that had started all of this, or at least thats what they said. He didn’t know the boy very well, and for some reason they insisted and Ted wasn’t about to let a child not get attention. Because that’s what they really were, children. He had heard snippets here and there about the future - and he couldn’t help but feel for the fact that they all seemed so young. 

Just like what had been happening in his time era. It always seemed to affect the young. 

It was as horrible of a place as he had imagined it, the walls seemed to weep and Ted couldn’t help but be horrified at what others had gone through. It wasn’t that he excused crimes, not at all. But to subject people to this, well it was horrifying. Still he kept his tongue knowing that if he didn’t help him he wasn’t sure anyone else here would. 

He wasn’t a bleeding heart he told himself, but he couldn’t help but care. Especially after reading his file with the breathe of a hostile man on his neck. He couldn’t help but see a lot of pain there. 

He was unusually quiet as he entered the room looking at the younger for a moment. He hadn’t expected the reaction and for a moment a feeling of panic came over him, before he saw the dementor over his shoulder. Shaking his head he entered. Focusing on the task at hand he extended his hand to introduce himself to be cut off. 

“Ah, So I guess that does get out eventually,” Ted said rather calmly for a point that caused so much anxiety. “I guess you are one of her sister’s sons? With your last name I can only think of a few people who it would be. And good I care about her too.” He gave a little smile at the mention of him caring about Andie.

“It’s not an astute observation, but if you know about the relationship I’m assuming they would think I would dislike you on principle then?” Ted after all might not have been the brightest in the grade, but he knew enough of bullying and hate to know what they would do. He shook his head and sighed at the stupidity of it all. If they had thought him callous or hate filled, especially to someone that hadn’t done a thing to him they’d be sorely mistaken. 

“I’d hate to disappoint them, but If Andie likes you I think we’d get along, although if you don’t like me much I don’t blame you.” He gave a chuckle, that sounded odd in the context of the place they were. It was weaker then normal, but still he sat across from the other pulling out some of the supplies that they had let him bring in. 

“I won’t be able to do much about the wounds right now, until they let me take you to the ward. But I can at least wrap them up and give you a few potions.” His voice was calm and had hints of warmth to it, even as he looked at the mark of the man that would have killed all of his kind.

After all after years and years of fighting to be considered a wizard, he found that compassion worked better than hatred. Ignorance made monsters out of men, and he couldn’t help but see that the boy in front of him was like Andie, at least a little. If it had Bellatrix he would have hissed at him after all. 

“So, you said I was your Uncle then?” He smiled lightly at that knowing that there was only one real way that would have happened. “I’m guessing though you never met me either way. So how about this, as a distraction from all of this. I’ll tell you something about myself. Especially if were going to be related one day I would like to get to know you after all. Or you can ask things about me, or we can sit in silence as I clean these out.”